Club 57 was a magical little club in the basement of a Polish church at 57 St. Marks Place. This mix is like a mixed salad of all the kinds of stuff I played. I spent many nights digging through my old suitcase full of the 45s I had picked up at neighborhood thrift shops, mixing them with records by my contemporary favorites such as ESG, Bush Tetras, Tom Tom Club and the like. This mix may be a little more mixed up than a typical set I would have played, but not by much. There might be some places where I waited too long for the next record or put one on too soon, just like the old days. The only way it could be more authentic is if I spilled a gin and tonic on it.

This is wonderful. I'm sorry I couldn't attend the opening. I never made it to Club 57 but managed to get to the Mudd Club, Lucky Strike, the Jefferson, hung out with Klaus... Somehow life just isn't the same. BTW, Dany, will you marry me?